Field notes, walks, and photographs.
Walked the east shore before the heat came up. The waterline has dropped far enough that the gravel bar is dry all the way across, and you can follow it out to the stone marker without getting your boots wet.
Counted eleven herons. Last summer I counted three.
Everything I like about this season is difficult to photograph. The light is even and shadowless and the camera turns it into grey soup, so I have mostly stopped trying and started writing things down instead.
Two hinges, one bad decision made in 2019, and an afternoon. It closes now, which I am choosing to count as a success.